Colorful Thoughts of a Rainbow Baby

What would it be like

to see the rainbow?

To stand beneath it,

soak in the colorful

mistakes it bleeds.

What would it be like,

to have someone else

be the product of the 

crystal prism,

that is my mother’s womb?

The day her youngest son was born,

pastel colors seeped through

the background of sandpaper clouds.

I wonder if her eldest

who came before she had her first,

was paying her a visit –

assuring the heavens sent her the brightest star. 

I wonder what she’d think of me

and who I am today.

Would she turn her tears to

gumdrops,

jump through hoops to keep illusions

of an older, wiser version of myself?

Would our closets intertwine, 

and would a war of mascara-blemished cheeks 

strike out?

Would my bedroom door become hers,

and her secrets become ours?

Would she accept the flower crown of 

wishes I’ve braided for her 

in my mind?